Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
MDC,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.